What is true, is lost.
What is fake, will awake.
Me and Myself go apart
At this moment, tossed in silence.
It rains everyday, no wonder.
It still hurts, a little wonder.
The gentle breeze turns cold
At this moment, tossed in indifference.
The ambivalence is there, will be
The struggle for peace, will always be
Eternity closes to inflection
At this moment, tossed in despair.